In the Mystery of all our beginnings And all our endings, I am hanging out with You, in the middle. Here I am less sure of where it all belongs In the story of me—in the story of all. Here I am worn down from what has been And what I think I’m trying to… Read More

What the hell do any of us know, O Eternal Mystery? While we worship constancy and might, mountains melt and remold like wax. While we sing hymns in echoing caverns, the Spirit waits upon those in prison. While we pray to love our enemies, the Church itself nurtures violence. While we thirst for truth and… Read More